Page 67 of Sizzling Desire

She shakes her head, staring straight ahead. “Because it’s not real, Kane.”

My gut twists. “The fuck it isn’t.”

She lets out a shaky laugh, “But it’s not real. It’s broken. We don’t work together. You know that.”

I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Then explain it to me. Explain why, after all this time, you still can’t let me go. Why you let me hold you. Kiss you. Fuck you like you need me.”

Her lips part, but she doesn’t speak.

I tilt her chin up further, my thumb brushing over the rapid pulse in her throat. “Explain to me why you didn’t tell me about the baby sooner.”

Her eyes flicker with something vulnerable, something raw, and fuck, it wrecks me.

“You terrify me, Kane,” she whispers.

I inhale sharply. “Why?”

“Because you mean it,” she says, voice thick. “Every word. Every promise. You mean it, and if I let myself believe it… if I let myself have this…” Her hand waves between the two of us. “What happens when you wake up one day and regret it?”

Something in my chest snaps.

I cup her face, my hands shaking. “That’s never going to happen.”

Her breath is ragged now, her hands clutching the fabric of her dress like she’s holding herself together. “You can’t promise that.”

I lean in, my forehead nearly brushing hers. “Yes. I can.”

She lets out a soft, disbelieving sound. “Kane?—”

I press my lips to hers, cutting off whatever argument she was about to throw at me. It’s not gentle—not soft. It’s raw, desperate, a clash of tongues and teeth, my grip tightening on her face like she might vanish if I let go.

She melts into me like she always does. Like she wants to.

I slide my hands down, gripping her waist, dragging her across the seat until she’s straddling me, her dress bunching around her thighs. My hands roam—her back, her hips, that perfect little curve where her ass meets her thighs.

She whimpers against my mouth, nails digging into my shoulders.

I tear my lips from hers, trailing kisses down her jaw, her throat. “You’re mine,” I murmur against her skin. “Say it.”

She gasps as I nip at her collarbone. “Kane?—”

“Say it.”

Her body shudders, and then, barely above a whisper— “I’m yours.”

My grip tightens.

“You and this baby?” My voice is raw now. “You’re my everything, Gracie, and I’ll spend the rest of my damn life proving it to you.”

She sucks in a shaky breath, her fingers curling into my hair.

I rest my forehead against hers. “You’re not alone anymore.”

She shatters in my arms.

No more running. No more fighting.

Just us.

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